It's like coming back to home
after long day.
That no matter how hard the
day was, everything will be okay
once we get back
. If home is a person then
he is my home.
And even if he doesn't feel
the same for me, I'll always
be the home to him....

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Love is simple.
when you get tired from the
world, fall into my arms,
and just prove that you'll
hold me when I fall apart."

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Love is like a potato chip
bag that's always half empty,
but you keep reaching
in hoping to find a full chip

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It's spring again; the time of the season when the grey world hide behind the facade of colour and the sound of rustling leaves and birds chirping becomes frequent. And it reminds me of you. Your bright smile that lighted up the spring even more and your excitement when the flowers bloom in our backyard. A But this season also reminds me of death; the loss of someone who meant the colour to you.

My heart aches for you and no matter how hard I try, I'm not able to stop this unbearable pain that consumes me in your memories. Sometimes, I wonder if this is my punishment for not cherishing my every single moment with you that I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to you?

This one time when I asked you about death, you told me that you aren't scared of it and to which I laughed because I never imagined you being snatched away from me.

Honestly, I don't know myself any longer. These days, I miss you more often. Maybe because I'm scared of losing you all over again. I don't want to let go of your memories that are safe in my mind but something's odd happening to me.

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I'd rather dance barefoot under the stars,
with my soul unleashed and
my heart singing,
than conform to the expectations of others....

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Please report and block it..

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Paida karti hai parwarish karti hai bolna sikhati hai, aurat.. <3

Lekin afsos tumhari galiyon me inka naam hota hai

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You are already a poet
if your heart dances to
the rhythm of words,
if you paint with emotions
on the canvas of language.
if you see the world
through the lens of wonder,
if you capture fleeting thoughts
like fireflies in a jar,
if you dare to dream in verses.
You are already a poet .

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Books darling , books... They fuel my delusions.....

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I often find myself caught between the idea of actively seeking something and the feeling of drifting aimlessly, as if waiting for a pivotal moment to redefine everything. It's like my whole existence is leading up to this one transformative event, yet it remains elusive, leaving me in a perpetual state of anticipation.

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